After putting away his things at the inn operated by Sir Rocca’s younger brother, Eugene headed to the City Hall alongside Lanslo and Partec’s group. Luke expressed his desire to follow Eugene, but he was forced to stay behind. The only ones capable of speaking Brantian were Luke and Lanslo, so each of them were required to stay with each of the groups as translators.

“By the way, Sir Eugene, where did you get that armor? Do all the knights possess such armor in the Kingdom of Caylor? How much would it cost to buy something like that?” Rocca asked.

Although he could not be called an official knight, Rocca was still a knight that had been sworn in by the city. He appeared quite envious of Eugene’s armor.

“My armor. It was a gift. From the mayor of Maren. To buy. One thousand silver coins?” Eugene answered.

“Oh my…”

Rocca’s jaws dropped with disbelief. It was an astonishingly large amount of money.

Lanslo commented with a smile, “It was probably a little cheaper because the mayor ordered it personally. Even on the continent, plate armor like this could go for much higher, since it’s high in demand.”

“I-I see. Your armor is excellent as well, sir. How much would…?” Rocca asked cautiously.

“About three hundred silver coins in the Caylor Kingdom, so in Brantia, it would come out to about 30,000 cellings,” Lanslo responded.

“...!”

Rocca could not hide his shock. 30,000 cellings was indeed an enormous sum of money. He would have to save up for...